juices / you caress the space / beneath my belly / where I am / made from

the heart / of a beaten dog / you lace your palms / within this death of me

& there is if not / a resurrection / what remains / when a body is finished

being punished for being / a body

A DANCE

“…music / trying to tell something the man / does not want out / would keep if he could / gagged and bound and flogged with chords of Joy / where everything is silence and the / beating of a bloody fist upon / a splintered table ” -Adrienne Rich